The Brain Is Wider Than The Sky.

My Only Sketch, Profile, Of Heaven Is A Large Blue Sky, And Larger Than The Biggest I Have Seen In June - And In It Are My Friends - Every One Of Them.

Saying Nothing... Sometimes Says The Most.

I Never Lost As Much But Twice, And That Was In The Sod.

To See The Summer Sky Is Poetry, Though Never In A Book It Lie— True Poems Flee—

The Minister Today Preached About Death And Judgment, And What Would Become Of Those Who Behaved Improperly - And Somehow It Scared Me. He Preached Such An Awful Sermon I Didn't Think I Should Ever See You Again Until The Judgment Day. The Subject Of Perdition Seemed To Please Him Somehow.